... we smile - secretly, quietly - to ourselves;
we skip - its timing cleverly, but unconsciously, calculated - with each step
just as we did in days long, long gone;
we take a good look around
and we feel thankful
for the sights we are able to see;
the emotions we are able to feel - joy, pride, excitement, anticipation;
the sounds we are able to hear;
and the air - crisp, cold, perfect - we are still able to breathe.
Happy Birthday, dear FRiend.
And many congratulations to President Barack Hussein Obama.
Invest in an umbrella for they keep your spirits high. And a breakfast bowl that you will still love when you're old and (hopefully not) less attractive.
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